When I saw Dymka charging after that leopard, uncaring that Lazar’s men were everywhere and they had guns, my heart was in my throat. I thought you would be killed, and I never would have the chance to tell you how much you matter to me. That I love you more than anything.”
Maybe she hadn’t known until that exact moment, when Dymka had burst out of the house chasing a leopard through Lazar’s armed soldiers, just how much he mattered. She had been upset that she wasn’t in the safe room where he would have wanted her. Until that moment. Until she knew she wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone, take Mitya from her. She had skills, and they’d been put into play. She hadn’t missed a single shot.
His rough features softened. “I’m so in love with you, Ania, sometimes I can’t breathe. I always worry that I’m too rough with you. A leopard’s heat is difficult at best and sometimes brutal. We got brutal. I would start out trying to be careful of you and then the wild was there. No, more like savage. I couldn’t keep control like I needed to. I was afraid you’d want to run from me.”
She framed his face with her hands. “It was the same way with me. Fortunately, whatever you were feeling, I was too. I like when we’re wild like that. I like when you’re gentle and I can feel love when you touch me.”
He frowned. “No matter how I’m touching you, Ania, I’m loving you. I don’t care if we’re playing with cuffs or I’m in the car standing over you, my cock in your mouth, I’m loving you. You say no to anything and mean it, at any time, and we stop. I want you to always feel loved.”
She leaned into him and kissed him. His taste was always that little bit feral. Part of the excitement with Mitya was that feeling of loss of control. His arms tightened around her and then he took over the kiss, pouring fire into her so that her panties went damp and her breasts instantly ached.
When he lifted his head, Mitya stared down into Ania’s eyes, shocked at the depth of feeling she always managed to wring out of him. She said she loved him, and he could see it in her eyes that she did. She was his world. His reason for existence. For getting up in the morning and for trying to weed out the worst of the criminals.
Sevastyan called him whipped, and he knew he was. He didn’t care. He looked forward to going to bed, just so he could hold her, watch her sleep, wake her up with his mouth between her legs, devouring her honey that was meant for him alone. He loved that. Loved holding her down with one hand on her belly as she woke up, her hips bucking, his face right where he preferred to be.
He loved her lips stretched around his cock while he moved in and out of her mouth, her soft hands cupping his balls, eyes liquid and looking up into his. That was such a turn-on, and the feeling was exquisite. Unbelievable.
He loved his body moving in hers, surrounded by fire, by a fist of hot, wet silk, so tight she was strangling him, dragging his seed right out of him. Most of all, he loved her company. Watching her laugh. The way her face lit up. She could light up the world. She was intelligent and talented when it came to her work. She had compassion in her when he didn’t, but he was learning from her.
“I never want you to think I’m not loving you,” he repeated. “Even when I get harsh with you.” He wished he could feel remorse for those times. He often thought about having her at his mercy, his hand on her bottom, his cock surging in and out of her while she was helpless in cuffs. Every time he thought about it, he grew so hard he was afraid he might shatter.
Her soft laughter was unexpected. “You liked it.”
So, she knew. And she didn’t mind. “Yeah, baby, I liked it. A hell of a lot. I would have done more of the same for you not making it into the safe room, but since you might have saved my life, I thought I’d let it slide.” He loved teasing her. Loved seeing the mock frown on her face and the way she